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"I knew they kept you somewhere in this wing." I slowly turned my head. Standing a few feet away was a young noble. He couldn't have been older than twenty-five, dressed in an extravagant velvet coat that practically screamed old money. His eyes were wide, bloodshot with drink and a manic sort of greed as he stared at my pale skin and long black hair. He had clearly skipped the service outside just to hunt me down. "You're the one," the noble breathed, taking a predatory step closer. "The oldest vampire in the realm. My father told me about you. He said Lord Vincent used to boast about having a creature that could seduce a man to death."

he said. “You do okay,” I said, and he smiled. “Why thank you,” he said, “But Brighid is at least a thousand years older than I am. I’m not sure exactly how old she is. It isn’t a polite question to ask a lady.” My eyes widened. Drake himself was one of the oldest vampires I had met. I was sure he was actually from the Greek times that his sharp bone structure always reminded me of. So for Brighid to be so much older than that was pretty impressive in my book.

Adrian mumbled asking Alexis to stay calm. Alexis slowly nodded her head. “I promise to stay calm, Adrian. Just tell me.... it won't be a problem for me tho...” Alexis mumbled promisingly there. Adrian slowly drew closer to Alexis. Then stretched out his right palm to hold Alexis's palm there. “Alexandra was the first woman in my past, Alexis… her full name is Alexandra H. Wilson, the first woman to become a vampire hunter in 1840. I met Alexandra in 1838. She was a brave, friendly woman, and also beautiful. When we first met, she even knew that I was actually a vampire. But she didn't kill me, she protected me. At that time, I was still a vampire who was angry with the world. You could say,

Although, I highly doubt it is a man at all, rather something that merely looks like one. Matter of fact, the minute he opens his mouth and speaks, I know that he is not human at all. Instead, he is a vampire and when he says what he says, I am not surprised at all. “My name is Elder Andrei. I am the oldest vampire of us all. I have come because I feel that there has been too much blood shed and there is something I would like to discuss with you before this all carries on. Shall we?” He stands up and gestures for me to place my hand in his so we can go for a walk and discuss this further.

Diana smirked as she read the humorless look on his face. “That's what I have been waiting for you, Elijah.” Diana retorted. She was an arm's length away from him. “What do you know about the oldest vampire?” Elijah squinted at her as they walked in circles. “I know that the oldest vampire might have a clue about you and your brothers. Join me, bring humans with special blood and we will get what we crave.” “Won't you betray me?” Elijah raised an eyebrow. She snickered. “Fear not. An August witch keeps her promises.” Diana raised her head with a sense of ego.

The sweat on Darick's chest glistened as moonlight pierced through the window and onto his body. I wasn’t sure whether he was going to answer me or not after the conversation we just had, but he surprised me—his tone was casual and tired. "Hmm, let’s start with ancient vampires. These vampires are between the ages of one thousand to five thousand years. They are the strongest type of non-original vampires,” he explained. I sat up, eager to hear more. "Now, the first and oldest vampires in the world—the Original Vampires—have powers and abilities are that are the most advanced. Their advanced age grants them much more strength and power than any other generation, and they are by far superior

He looked at me with disappointment. "How many times would I have to tell you this Amaya, I would never in my life hurt you." "How am I even supposed to stick with that when I don't even know your name?" "Faire enough." He chuckled. "My name is Damon." Damon, that's a nice name. Wait a damn minute. "Damon Salvatore?" I questioned. Even though they looked nothing alike, I couldn't help myself from asking. I mean what a coincidence this was. Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon.

The only remaining vampire sect was under the rule of the oldest known vamp. I sat in the boy’s nursery, watching Aro fawn over our sons, as I contemplated the latest information Tyler had briefed us on earlier in the day. Everything we had learned about the remaining vamp seemed to indicate that he was the first. It didn’t make sense. Everything we knew about them told us they weren’t immortal. They lived longer lifespans than humans, like wolves and fae, but we had never heard of any of our kind being immortal. It was a mystery that we couldn’t solve. The wolves under Tyler’s command couldn’t track him fast enough, they were always weeks behind and having to search for a trail long one col

"Yes, the king of vampires. The oldest vampire ever to walk the earth." Oldest vampire ever to walk the earth, did he fucking mean…. ‘Would that not mean the original vampire’ Set mind-linked me, ‘the one that Avo always said had been tricked.’ ‘It fucking looks like it.’ I mind-linked Set back, ‘We would need to ask Avo, he would know something about it for sure.’ I looked towards Avo as I tried to mind-link him, but Avo was too absorbed in his fucking thoughts to even bother. He truly seemed shocked and bothered by the whole revelation.

the injury is not light. With that in mind, while there was no one outside, he reached out and took Brawen in his arms, despite her gaping face unable to react. "Hey Julie, put me down," Brawen struggled, but there was no way she could get away from Julie, because purebloods are the most physically powerful class in the vampire world. "That's faster," replied Julie haughtily. Imagining a 117-year-old "old woman" being held by a young boy like Julie, Brawen was too shy to quietly withdraw her face into Julie's small shoulder.